The struggle of Man to renew the Upright WayTranslated by Yusra Al-Ayoubi |
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I weep the lovers of truth,
Their memory is still alive
In the city of peace
Ah for a return of a convent
At the mount of Alam
A convent in the eve of Badr that swept darkness
And made alive all the joys of paradise
The convent of brothers that ended an era of privation
Rending man to pieces, to fragmentation
Peoples were slaves, one to another
Where all of them were slaves to a system
Of ignorance and aggression
Kings were attendants either to Rome or Persia
Their cravings had spilt of us torrents of blood
From Basous to Ghabra never ended the wars
Of Arabs neither in permitted nor in forbidden days
Nor Persians and Romans had their wars and strives calmed
Ways of life were closed to man.
He was wrapped by despair
Then they found a hope for freedom in a destiny
That cancelled from life all artificial gods
Soon the truthful came to announce the hope
Never to fear Qouraish nor their violence
The conflict was great as was his courage
In an epoch of total confusion
Alone he struggled facing the world
Having a perfect consciousness
Of what perplexing questions he would confront
Never was he accused to lack truth
All testified to his reason and generosity
His daring was the proof that he was the chosen
For all nations
In Mecca rose his vocation to Islam
Which called to a high school of virtues
Constructing an epic of rules
To build souls for their salvation
Revolution swelled up , became greater in force, advanced
Gathering group after group for liberation
Confronting an alliance of pagans and idols
Jews, Arabs of various sects and deviations
This was only a beginning, a hope
To repair the sterile life of man
Its aim was fulfilled in establishing
A convent of brotherhood for man's delivering
From the base and the corrupt
Who coveted to lead the people stupidly
Leading people is for their benefit only
A heavy responsibility, no one but a resolute could meet
The mission is a construction building men on courage
Where unflinching heroes graduate
They give their souls for a conviction
Dear to them, leading men to salvation
They rush to ruin the prisons of the unjust
While the sword sweeps "the deaf and ignorant"
They disperse the gatherings of opportunists
They lift up minarets of conversion
To enlighten human beings how to live in amity
A life of cooperation by mutual good will
For an individual is great only in a community
A life of completion for no one is perfect by his fortunes
A life of generous trust void of revenge
Our house became bereaved after those
Who built and defended the land
The great men went, the corrupt, unjust
Unworthy had the upper hand
Mischievously blocking man's progress
Surrounded by priests spreading a religion
Void of redress
The black retrogression of a new paganism
Came back to build the temple of idols
While Moslems turned aside by their deviation
From allegiance to faith into fragmentation
You think them one in the fever of ceremonies
Their hearts are divorced without reconciliation
Every one has an idol to adore
God has only formal observances, the content no more
Ahmad's ceremonies surrounded life
Moulded the brothers of Islam into one
Regimented their lives.
Their lands became fortresses
No foe to enter or trespass
The broken idols of their lusts were lifeless
But when they became spiritless
Leaving to shadows the essence
They dissolved, became downtrodden and bare
The foes robbed them of life, no one to spare
Cancelled their role in the world
Enslaved them to inhuman law
Their lands were lost, their power extinguished
None of them could defend man against humiliation
The bondage of slavery and indignation
Evil increased, people annihilated, wealth plundered
In this gloomy world of usury
Millions were killed, millions died of hunger
Arabs, Africans, Indians and Persians
All had to drudge and suffer
We returned to Jahiliyah and Barbarism
The white faced, black hearted European beast
Avaricious capitalist, ravenous monopolist
Comes to men in a flowery fashion
Assuming to push men into welfare
Where nothing they attain but despair
To many other evils beyond repair
Long are the stories of mentioned aggressors
Incessantly in the bloody history of our nation.
But the age of wretchedness imposes
On man new aggressions and pains
A satanic age, its soldiers never spare
A land or a nation of evil snare
Those who finished the red Indians
Never are tired of spreading calamities
Under devilish flags they gathered
Antagonists, retrogrades of every land
Crawled to grow on, to expand
The seven headed snake of Hercules functions
Again from death had resurrection
The biggest head is America
Ferociously dashing gnawing man and values
Drowned by corruption our world
Lit fires and hells whose victims
Counted thousands thousand in their systems
Our Jahiliyah came back with a notorious face
It grew within the Yankee's lace
Fastened to the forest law
How many calamities it brought and sorrow
They ruled us by the most abominable
No one is great but a dwarf and a foe
On the way of heroes lie
Rascals of Khazars, Jews and servants
Hiram, Balqees, Solomon had built
And paved the markets' way for nations to thrive
Mutually exchanging their benefit
Where they as brothers to one mother meet
Ways where great civilizations had flourished
Their pure springs were healing for ever
Springs of missions calling man
To reason and morals not to perish
The thieves came to turn it into a way
Of plunder, slaughter, the values to betray
The way of Hiram from Tyre to Aden
America had shut by the tempter and his men
Fast shut to stream forth its benefits
To its treasury, while Arabs are to feed hell
The way of missions, to the evil became prey
Severed after unity from the old
Hiram, Balqees, and Solomon the prophet imposed
Its unity to be for all nations a bridge
Not for any cause to spoil and damage
Ahmad's Isra' consecrated the unity
Never should the Rock of Jerusalem
From the Haram of Mecca be separated
Solid it should be to a house of Peace
Elevating man to soar, healing him of disease
The Yankees today turned it to ruins
Where avarice bountifully poured down
To this our people are alert
With anger they wait the drastic change
They know the foe although the rulers are blind for advantage
The origin is America, Israel is only a tail
Throwing stones is the harbinger
To sweep the remnants
Servants and attendants
Of the Arab world
A master stroke would bring about
The extensive change of a system old
We are of a nation suffered long
Exposed to fire, bared to annihilation
By world usury and stagnation
In the heart, the power of resistance should function
As a torrent from the three Harams of the region
Every age has suitable ideals
Thoroughly related, their elements make a whole order
Those who explain by ancient ages a modern age
Will ramble as those who explain by the present the ancient
Believes always are a participation
Enjoyed or suffered in common
Without contention where man strives for a bountiful good
Even if he were a pretender in mood
No difference there is between the upright ways
And progress advancing to the stars
While injustice has no support but from few
In every religion there is a resistance anew
To any violation of nature's rules
The Satan of Amr- Ben Woud was not eternal
In form it embodied an idol in a slave system
Now it transformed: monopoly and usury creed
Ceremonies became shadows: delusions conveyed or believed
To destroy injustice in modern systems
Resurrects the comrades'.
Jihad in the city of Peace
A struggle for all adherents
To the One God missions
Remove the new idols of humiliation
Injustice is a denial to integrity, liberty, legality
So long it insulted man, deprived him of equity
The unjust men are diverged by their antagonism
Their deceit impresses only the misled
The astray that retrograde into mean
Ideas and Paganism.
Nothing but the One God revolution
Could gather the fragments and bring the dead to life
Our Satan of today is the monopoly spreading
Over the world in a system of blindness
Moving evil in the puddle of sin
By soldiers numerous, belligerent, undisciplined
Running in all directions
Forming a whole in all communities, growing fast
Nothing but the revolution of nations could gratify the thirst
Not advantageous to remove one
All should proceed as one man
Satan of today appears sometimes in a flowery colour
Without shame is seen in another disguise
A liar, inconsistent, queer
Betrays by the name of faithfulness
Perfume on dirtiness
A unionist, servant to unbelief and idol
Tireless calls to a union built on sand
Loudly cries "clutch with the rod"
Clasp in the arms of America
For this is the new God
In another he bewails our kinfolk
His intention is to sell them
To the foes in blocs
Active in the secret channels
Having the size of a leader to exercise
On his nation its destruction
Again don't ask about the groups of opportunists
This form Satan preferred for sin
The secret powers in the system of monopoly
Are led by the servants of Satan in darkness
The intelligent is rarely to be of benefit
Prone to various evils
Yielding in the grasp of power and conflict
You who operated the causes of the universe
You who came from a complex abstraction
You are perfection, you lack not our world
In everything exalted, or every thing low
Elevated above diverse desires and deviation
How can we ask for assistance to satisfy our cravings?
A god you are to all human beings
You answer them if they yield to your judgment
Wisdom is to understand the process of your reasoning
Not in the illusions of void ceremony
Observances fix us on a system
They become empty when the system in evil drowned
You created a universe in a marvellous form
Not subject to either good or evil
For life an upright even way
Leading to eternity in its general cause
Paved by reason, love of beauty
Life flourishes on its sides to the understanding
While the fall to abyss is certain to the deviating
The abyss is the blind forces noisy by confusion
Clamorous, boiling, melting life into non-existence
This way is saving from life destruction and nothingness
Its benefit long preserved to nations
Life is a whole, it is built on completion not on divisions
Never will prosperity or satiety prevail
In a nation when hunger kills the toilsome
Thousands thousand of hunger fall
How could the system of imperialists not fall?
Only the Jihad of man remains for ever
It is life, a rescue from the blindness of injustice
From death in silence, ceding to aggressors
Leaving the field to the evil and dirty oppressors
Nation of Arabs, the mother of civilization
The mother of missions, to Man conversion
Your sons are destined to Jihad
If it is hated, it will be for them a new life
While an imperialist is feeding his greed
You are on the top as a victim among nations
You will not cede to humiliation
Man will be saved if you surpass the others
The way of Hiram, rescue from blind deaf powers
Resume the upright way, the land of your sons
Inspire the Jihad of your great prophets
The Jihad of Mohammed and the heroes
Who made for man a house of Peace
A house to draw together all nations
Drive out the servants and idols
Earnestly pray God in a truthful Jihad for liberty
God deserves more to be prayed than an idol
And a foe transgressing your land and identity
Darkness prevailed, perversion overwhelmed the earth
Crimes of the Red Indian annihilator will not leave a breath
Don't give him repose. His yellow idols throw to hell
Clean the earth from doubt and paganism
Spread by the aggressor
A religion blind, a new fascism
The essence of disbelief is to enslave man
While Arabs said "Man is free
Nothing to change his destiny
Nothing to debase his degree"
Ahmad, I am proud to have a similar name
Proud also to belong by my line to your house
But my true pride is to belong to you by love
To follow your high morals and doctrines
Disbelief tears family relations
Abou Lahab's belonging is void of value and worth
It is a shadow, without foundations
Never will my hands be stretched
To foes of sinful greed
How can I by my name and line hide
The crimes and perversions of nations' destroyer
Mohammad is always alive in the hearts of men
By his great virtues and generosity
The good is he, he is praised for ever
Praise will not increase his worth
Only emphasizes the love of those aware,
Their loyalty was great as was his courage
In an epoch of total confusion
Alone he struggled facing the world
Having a perfect consciousness
Of what perplexing questions he would confront
Ahmed Afif Al-Bizri
27 – 11 – 1987
Translated by Yusra Khaled Al-Ayoubi